[ His breathing is ragged as he scouts the area. With the snow, everything looks similar. Any hope of gaining insight into the surrounding area is growing dimmer, he'll be lucky if he makes it back to his (hopefully temporary) camp safely.
The incoming Barrayarans haven't registered. He has survival training, instinct honed from his own childhood, but being out in the elements is far from what he's ever dealt with in climate-controlled Komarran domes. How have Barrayarans survived at all when it gets this damn cold in the winter? His studies had been spent inside when the weather turned south and he never thought he'd long to be holed up in a library studying for an exam again.
The stunner fire is the first he hears of the others. He's alert, ready to strike at nearby assailants, something that only lasts for a moment before the stunner blast hits him and drops him in the snow. ]
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The incoming Barrayarans haven't registered. He has survival training, instinct honed from his own childhood, but being out in the elements is far from what he's ever dealt with in climate-controlled Komarran domes. How have Barrayarans survived at all when it gets this damn cold in the winter? His studies had been spent inside when the weather turned south and he never thought he'd long to be holed up in a library studying for an exam again.
The stunner fire is the first he hears of the others. He's alert, ready to strike at nearby assailants, something that only lasts for a moment before the stunner blast hits him and drops him in the snow. ]